Tuesday, June 29, 2010

If you have been reading my blog with any regularity, you are probably aware that we are big fans of Chick-fil-A. We often have lunch at the Chick with friends. Or by ourselves...we aren't picky.

On this particular occasion, we were alone. After eating lunch, my plan was to just hop in the car and go home. But both girls had to go potty and they assured me, while holding themselves and jumping up and down, that it could not wait the five minutes it would take us to get home to our clean, unpublic restroom.

We all crammed into the handicap stall. Since the stroller was in the trunk of my car, I had to hold John (who was dying to get down and play in the toilet) and help Emma Jane get on and off the potty without falling in.

While I am trying to juggle those two, Libby is distracted by something shiny starts playing with the door of the trash receptacle that is on the wall...yk, the one for sanitary products!

Me: "Libby, stop touching that!"

Libby: "Why?"

Me: "Because it is dirty!"

Libby: "Why is it dirty?"

Me: "It is a trash can! Yucky things go in there!"

Libby: "But it is empty."

Me: "That is not the point! Stop touching it!"

Libby: "Hey, Mommy, I can see somebody in there!"

That is when I realized that the there was one trash receptacle being shared between two stall and sure enough, when Libby pushed open the lid she could see straight into the other, occupied stall!

Me (whisper-shouting): "Libby! Stop it right now! That is so rude!"

Libby: "What? I can just see her feet."

Me: "Oh my goodness! Just.step.away.from.there!!"

Libby: "Okay Mommy. Mommy, why is it rude?"

Me (still trying to whisper): "Because people need privacy when they go potty. Would you like it if a stranger was watching you go potty?"

Libby: "No."

Libby: "Mommy, what's a stranger?"

Oh just shoot me now!

The best part...The woman being spied on burst out laughing. I imagine she had been doing that silent, shoulder-shaking laugh up to this point and could simply no longer hold it in. When we exited the stall she was waiting for us by the sink. She patted me on the back and said, with tears in her eyes, "Don't worry. I have kids too."

Monday, June 28, 2010

This past Thursday, Libby and five of her friends had tea to celebrate Libby's fifth birthday.

We went to Mrs. Tea's Garden Tea Shop for a Fancy Nancy themed tea soiree. (That is French party. You know, everything sounds fancy in French!) The girls dressed up in their fanciest clothes, complete with tiaras and floppy hats.

Emma Jane is wearing both a tiara and a floppy hat. She is extra fancy!

Mrs. Taylor (the tea shop owner) read the girls Fancy Nancy and then they decorated fairy wings as a craft before sitting down for tea.

As a first course, the girls enjoyed fruit, pretzels and colored mini marshmallows.

After they finished the fruit course, they were served (on a three tiered server, just like a real tea!) finger sandwiches, scones and dessert! All of the girls went straight for the top tier...those little chocolate cakes were delicious! They also drank pink lemonade out of real china teacups.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Libby really likes hopscotch. Her favorite part is seeing how many squares she can jump over in one hop. Yesterday, she was trying to see how many of the floor tiles she could jump over at one time. As always, her annoying little sister Emma Jane wanted in on the jumping fun.

The more Libby tried to keep Emma Jane from playing, the more Emma Jane shrieked. I was doing an excellent job of ignoring them letting them practicing their problem solving skills, when Emma Jane finally gave up and asked me to intervene.

Emma Jane: "Mom-my! Yibby's not yetting me jump!"

Me (without even looking up from my book): "Emma Jane, just go around her and jump anyways...Libby can't stop you."

Emma Jane: "But mommy, Yibby is bein' a bidge."

That got me to look up!

Me: "I'm sorry. What did you just say?!"

Emma Jane: "She is bein' a bidge."

I am pretty sure I sat there with my mouth hanging open for a minute or two, trying to process what had just come out of my three-year-old's mouth because seriously people, it sounded like she said witch (but not witch) as clear as day!

As I am trying to figure out just where in the heck she even heard that word, Libby pipes up and says, "I am being a gate!"

I look over at Libby and she is standing with her arms out and her legs spread-eagle, blocking the way. I looked back at Emma Jane and said, "Emma Jane, is Libby being a bridge?

Monday, June 14, 2010

Libby participated in her first (and possibly last) dance recital on Saturday. She was not thrilled about it...in fact, she has already informed me that next year she just wants to do dance class but not the recital.

Her class performed a tap dance to The Good Ship Lollipop. Their costumes were so adorable!

I managed to get her to smile a little by tickling her.

She did not smile on stage. She really didn't do much dancing on stage either!

And she wasn't the only one...her little friend, Naima, was also less than thrilled with the experience! She didn't do much dancing either.

About Me

I am married to the love of my life, Brad, and am a homeschooling mama to our four children, Libby, Emma Jane, John and Jami. I am so blessed by the family God has given me. My life is never the same two days in a row! It is totally chaotic, sometimes frustrating, full of laughter and I wouldn't trade it for anything!